Welcome to my thread, a twisted, haggard trail through the darkest and brightest recesses of my mind, a contorted confusion of poetry, writing, and possibly some art here and there (if i ever get someway to upload it). Light, dark, and a seething mass of gray that spills forth from my lips and tumbles from my finger tips. No subject sacred, no sin taboo, naught but what i wish to let slip and slide from the contours of my mind. What is found here is said, wrote, and drawn only with the safety of anonymity and as such is set forth with little care for the readers wishes. Comments and critique is allowed and encouraged, but please make it constructive, if the subject, content, or style is mearly not to your taste, dont speak in spite or hate.
These first few poems have been stored on paper and scattered about for ages, but i always come back to them, over and over again they remain, and have so passed the test of time. The subject matter varies, with the first one being mearly a poem written for a character i use to Role play as at the age of 12.
Bleed your death on me
Bleed your death upon me,
Feel the sweet pain of sin,
And feed the lust within thee,
and snuff the light you gaurded within.
Give your soul to me,
with your last innocent breath
And live in sin eternally,
the fun begins with your death
Wrote this about 2 years ago, was some rather tough times, and the only thing keeping me sane was my girl at the time (we have broken up since then, its amazing how hopelessly blind even the most jaded of souls can be when in love)
When i think of you
When i think of you
My mind slips away
in the night or in the day
My dream wrapped in your soul
god only knows whats the toll
When i think of you
My will is gone
Longing for you
Like the coming dawn
My dream wrapped in your soul
god only knows whats the toll
When i think of you
And leaving your side
I gasp in pain and forget my pride
My dream wrapped in your soul
god only knows whats the toll
when thinking of you.... when thinking of you... i know not what to do.....
This next one was written about 8 months ago, me and the girl are still somewhat together, but the fact that she is about 8 states away from me now means its slowly but surly falling apart, but we both are accepting it. . . . . i think.
The Dove of My Heart
i swore i'd never love
risk not my heart no more, not again
that nor push nor shove
the cage around my heart would not bend
But high above
flew a sweet dove
It fell and cried
its pain so deep
it broke the cage
and made me weep
Its innocents abused
its beauty used
i could not but take it in my arm
and whisper in its ear
and protect it from harm
as i tired to soothe its pain and fears
and how i've come to love
that sweet......
beautiful......
innocent dove
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